Big Belly Bonnie, Part One

Days, weeks, months—how long had she been lying in bed? Bonnie seemed to lose track of time, as she spent most of it wolfing down food to add more weight to her voluptuous figure. Brownies, hamburgers, Italian sausages—it was all the same to Bonnie. Regardless of what she ate, she knew that every little morsel she gulped down would be heading to that flaccid, soft paunch of hers. And so every little bite counted, as each mouthful would be contributing to her growing shape; the mere thought encouraged Bonnie to eat even more.

Bonnie was brazen to admit that she was becoming a glutton. With her growing appetite (seeming to be growing bigger and bigger by the day), the plump beauty was quick to give up her mobility for the pleasure of eating, content with lying in bed all day. And because Bonnie was so big, she didn't have much of a choice but to resolute her days resting. She didn't seem to mind it. And while she was perfectly fine living on her own (as long as there was a ton of food); there was a void of loneliness in Bonnie's heart. She ached for companionship. Silence lingered throughout her villa home, not even one fat admirer to express her inner feedee with. She was suddenly becoming self-aware of the fact that she was beginning to get morbidly big; soon, it would probably be a struggle to reach over to grab food. The thought saddened Bonnie, who wanted nothing more than company, someone—anyone—to feed her and fatten her up. And because of her mobility restricting bod, big Bonnie spent her time in the house watching countless BBW videos while shoving handfuls of highly salted, calorific foods into her pie hole. She supposed it was worth it, anything to make her a little fatter.




"This is"—Bonnie ruptured yet another earsplitting burp—"so damn good!"  Big beautiful Bonnie was lying down, slumped on her divan bed, shoving handfuls of briny French fries into her mouth without hesitation. She was still peckish, even after eating nearly a dozen bowls of French fries smothered in ketchup. It was delectable; she just couldn't get enough of those French fries! (Then again, Bonnie just couldn't get enough of anything.) She wasn't sure when she was going to stop shoveling down the fries, never had she eaten something so addicting. Perhaps that was the reason she bought a ton more for later. Between mouthfuls, she would quietly burp and pat her tummy, content. "But…this could use a little more salt," Bonnie added, between loud smacks and chews. She was disappointed by how "lightly" salted the fries were flavored. In spite of that, she continued to eat anyways. All the while, she couldn't help but think how she wished she could have ordered a burger along with all these fries, craving for one of those delicious five-patty bacon burgers they had at a local fast food restaurant. What a pig she was! She wondered how after so many fries, she could still be contemplating about eating more and more. Bonnie just couldn't help it; she was a glutton at heart.

As much as she seemed to be enjoying the sequestered life of eating, she yearned for someone to rub her big belly. She wondered what the use of being so big when she had no one to share her bigness with. Surely someone out there had to be fond towards a tubby like her; someone who'd love the feeling of flabby flesh, a deepening navel, and food, too. Perhaps Bonnie was being too exacting when it came to company, but she was desperate for a feeder; Bonnie needed someone to fatten up her gut for her, since she was becoming too lazy to do it herself.

She continued to burp obnoxiously, her earsplitting belches echoing throughout the silent home. That was when Bonnie had realized how alone she truly been.

In a mutter she said, "Excuse me." Even her murmur echoed. She found that odd she could have said such a thing, considering Bonnie lacks in proper etiquette and hardly ever says excuse me, or shows the slightest knowledge of proper comportment when eating. "I'm still so hungry…" the blonde whined.

Her poor tummy sat leisurely on her knees, finally free of the restrictions of clothes; if she wanted, Bonnie could get seamstresses to make her more clothes, but she preferred living life without clothes' constraints. So it was usual for her to lie naked in bed, without any makeup (she seemed to look glowing, beautiful regardless if she wore makeup or not), preferring to express herself in a pure, natural way. She really was beautiful, in a different sense. Perhaps because she wasn't string-bean skinny, but truly, she was a marvel.

"So, so hungry…" Bonnie continued to whine. She averted her gaze from the empty bowls of French fries, to her cell phone that was placed on the nightstand. With some effort, Bonnie managed to scoot her large rump over to grab the phone from its base. She could order some food from a nearby fast food restaurant. Her thighs jiggled wildly from all the sudden movement, and Bonnie was nearly out of breath from the whole ordeal of reaching over. Hm, what could she order?—that bacon hamburger she's been craving, or maybe chocolate, or did she want even more fries? The fries were a nice little snack, but Bonnie would like something more filling. She was quick to jab at the numbers on the old landline, panting heavily as her chunky fingers punched at the buttons. She was worrisome that her fingers may have become too big for the phone. It seemed like such a small-scale item in contrast to Bonnie's size.

After several rings, someone finally picked up. This stifled excitement in Bonnie, her mouthwatering at what she could order this time. The options of restaurants and delivery seemed endless in this town!

"Hello-o," Bonnie said soft-spoken in her sweet Southern drawl.

"Hello, thank you for calling Corbeau's! May I take your order?" That's what Bonnie loved about Corbeau's. They didn't do take out; they didn't have a drive-in either. All Corbeau's did is deliver food, and large portions of it, too. Perhaps that is the reason why Corbeau's is probably Bonnie's favorite restaurant, their burgers are to die for!

"Jack, you don't have to talk so…preset. It's me. Bonnie. Remember?" Oh, Jack did remember. Jack always seemed to be caught up in Bonnie's crazy eating habits, and this time, as much as it fascinated him (and disturbed him), he didn't want to be a part of it. Not like last time. It gave him shutters thinking about the last time he had to deliver burgers to her home.

"Oh yeah," said Jack, awed. "I remember for sure." He laughed a little to ease the awkwardness, but Bonnie sensed the tenseness in his voice. There was an edge to it.

"I sure do hope so," Bonnie laughed. Her laugh was just infectious. And with her laughter, her belly seemed to jiggle even more. It amazed her by even the smallest movements can cause her luscious fat to waggle. "Look, Jack, I just wanna order some burgers"—Bonnie let out another burp and giggled—"is that such a crime?"

"I suppose not," muttered Jack. The way she eats burgers, it should be, thought Jack to himself.

"Six dozen five-patty bacon burgers with extra bacon? Ooh, how about some waffles, too? Does Corbeau's serve waffles past eleven?"

Jack was still dwelling on the fact that Bonnie wanted six dozen five-patty bacon burgers. "Bonnie, I don't know if I can let you order that—"

"Of course you can. Sure it'll take a little while but my tummy can wait…at least I think so. Poor Belly keeps on growling!" She patted her stomach, burping once more. Bonnie moaned a little. She needed something to fatten up her up, and she was impetuous. She could hold off for a few minutes…for Jack's sake.

"And to answer your second question," Jack continued. "Yeah, our breakfast menu is available all day. How many waffles you want?"

"Three dozen will be fine, Jack."

"Ok…" He was amazed how Bonnie could be able to guzzle down so much food. Nothing ever seemed to be enough for Bonnie. "Give us a half an hour, and we'll come with your burgers..."

"Hee hee, alright, Jack," Bonnie tittered. She was surprised by how long she'd have to wait for food this time, she supposed being a regular customer at Corbeau's and knowing how impatient she could be, the workers might as well speed up the cooking process. Excitement filled her at the thought of getting more food, and the chance to see Jack once again in person. "I'll see you then, snookums," she cooed seductively, blowing a kiss into the phone.

Jack heaved out a sigh. "Yeah, alright, Bonnie. I'll try to be fast as I can to deliver. Bye." And with that, Jack hung up the phone. Bonnie was a bit disappointed that their conversation had to be cut so prematurely because he was at work. If only she got the chance to speak with him besides during his recurring deliveries.

Bonnie bit her lip, hard. She leaned back a little, resting her head against the hard surface of the bed stead. Her fat arms grasped onto her belly. It seemed definitely softer, especially prior to eating all those fries. The extra fat it turned into was certainly worth it. Maybe Jack will take a liking to her extra poundage on her curves.

Truthfully, Bonnie always had a small crush on Jack. Something about him made the void in Bonnie's heart melt away. Being exceptionally good-looking, it surprising that Jack didn't have a little lady friend. Ever since they met, Bonnie was infatuated by him; she hoped Jack would return her feelings but Bonnie's puppy love has never been answered, leaving them in a pitiable one-sided relationship. Still, Bonnie longed for the day where he'd love her back. She hated the rejection.

After a brief time frame of idly lying in bed, there was a knock at the door. As luck would have it, Bonnie was too stout to get up from divan. Mindful of Bonnie's corpulence, the deliverer willfully bombarded into Bonnie's lovely home only to find her lying in bed. In contrast with the soft, pallid colors of the room Bonnie looked quite graceful latent on the divan, pure. "Jack?" The deliverer was quiescently leaning on the frame of the door, with his arms folded across his chest. Bonnie noticed there was not a single bag of Corbeau's in his hand; notwithstanding, Bonnie immaturely began to pout.

"Hey, Bonnie—uh, we got your burgers an' waffles waitin' in the delivery truck." Jack flushed at the sight of Bonnie, who seemed so lighthearted about being bare. She looked significantly fatter from the last time Jack saw Bonnie; at least then, she could get up out of bed to smother him. With that cute plump face and sallow gargantuan body, she looked so vulnerable. Even Bonnie's chubby cheeks began to blush rose.

Diffidently, Bonnie masked her hands over her breasts and luckily, her fat tummy seemed to cover up her carnal clitoris. "Oh, I'm sorry if I'm making you uncomfortable. I can go and put on some clothes if you want…" If only she had clothes that still fit her.

"Nah, it's alright."

Bonnie smiled. "Okay." Bonnie acknowledged Jack's clean-cut appearance: his short dark hair slicked back, donned in a presentable armada Corbeau's uniform crimped at the sleeves to reveal his well-built physique. His jawline was no longer covered in stubble, looking quite austere. His sad eyes were intently taking subtle notes of the changes in Bonnie's figure: a more flaccid stomach contently rested on her thighs, the SSBBW seemingly accumulating a lot of weight in her legs making walking a burden. Almost imperceptible stretch marks girdled her immense paunch. Not only that, her face seemed stouter, her cheeks remarkably thickset—perfect pouches for consuming large amounts of food. Noticing Jack's intent with her flab, Bonnie felt a little embarrassed—he knew that she gained weight, and a lot of it. And despite of her flesh, Jack thought she looked like sheer beauty in a new light.

"Uh, Jack?"

Jack blinked at Bonnie in surprise; shaking his head a little, trying to dispel such corporeal thoughts about Bonnie. "Sorry, Bonnie; I'll go an' get the burgers now."

"'Kay, Jack. I'll be waiting for you, babe." Bonnie slowly inclined lower on the bed, smothering herself in her piles of lard. She giggled at her tummy's quake, jostling with her stomach's flab. Something about all that fat…somehow turned Jack on. Bitterly, Jack thought: Why must Bonnie be so damn voluptuous? Something about Bonnie, in the face of her own deprivation, was so darn cute to Jack. Somberly, he exited the room; his movements were unhurried, regardless of how hungry Bonnie was. What saddened him knowing as deep as he was falling in love with Bonnie, he could never be with her.

Jack returned moments later, lugging several mammoth-sized fast food bags behind him, all burgers and waffles stowed inside. The lubricious smell of burgers and the confection aroma of waffles were overwhelming, making Bonnie's lip smack to her delight.  

"Thanks, Jack; I'm surprised you'd do this for me. What with the last time you delivered food for me and all…" Bonnie giggled, harking back to Jack's last delivery. Jack would like to forget their last encounter, something like that he couldn't easily be put out of his mind.

Jack gave Bonnie a weak smile; however it was obvious that he was straining to heave the full-scale eatery bags. Grease seeped from the bottom of the paper bags, making the already tarnished parquet sodden with lubricants. Bonnie was sympathetic, offering to help him but Jack refused (and it wasn't like Bonnie would get up out of bed anytime soon.)

"Here you go, Bonnie," Jack plopped the several sacks of food into Bonnie's widespread lap. Leaking grease from the bags trickled down Bonnie's thighs, she seemed heedless as she was more pensive about the piles of burgers and waffles at her knees. Jack gave Bonnie a motioning nod, that being his say-so. And Bonnie didn't hesitate; in that instant, she seized several burgers out of the bag and voraciously beginning to guzzle them down. Jack stood there in awe, spellbound by Bonnie's greed. He had to admit, Bonnie looked kinda cute in her moments of piggishness.

"Well, I don't wanna be rude and interrupt your affair," Jack started towards the door, "But I best be going now, back to Corbeau's." Alas, Bonnie was too engrossed with her food. Grease trickled down her lips, she looked slick with lubricants; it gave her a bronzed glow.

Jack added, "As always, we'll bill to your credit card." Being familiar with Bonnie's fairly frequent occurrences, Jack nearly had Bonnie's billing information mesmerized.

For a sliver of a moment Bonnie actually looked up from her food, and flashed Jack a shy smile. It was then when Jack realized how alone Bonnie truly was. Poor Bonnie had nothing but food to comfort her, to ease the pain of rejection and loss. God knows what happened to her family. Probably, Jack was Bonnie's only interaction with the outside world. Perhaps that's why she orders so much food from Corbeau's, thought Jack, because she's lonely.

"Jack? You alright? You seem to be in a daze," laughed Bonnie.

Jack blinked at Bonnie in surprise. "Ah, I'm sorry. I gotta get back to work. I have to make several deliveries today so…" What a piteous excuse. "I'll see you?"

Bonnie's heart sank. Tears whelmed in her eyes, but she was quick to blink them away. "I—I understand, Jack. I'll see you."

Bonnie thought that Jack's justification was pretty petty; she knew Jack just wanted to get away from her, like everybody else.

Bonnie grunted as she reached over to grab a burger, her tubby arms weren't quite long enough to grab at one particular patty. As Bonnie stretched with all her might, she tumbled backward with defeat, her mounds of blubber compelling her to the bedstead. Bonnie panted, gasping for air, while Jack watched in awe at Bonnie's unavailing feat.

"Bonnie!" Jack cried. "Bonnie, you alright?"

"Oh, it's nothing," she shrugged, dusting off trifling scraps from her supple breasts, "I'm just having a little trouble reaching for a burger, that's all."

Jack couldn't leave Bonnie alone, big Bonnie needed companionship. In spite of not knowing her very well, Jack just felt like—like he needed to be there for her, no matter what. "Bonnie, you, uh, need some help?"

Bonnie looked at Jack with longing eyes. "Oh, you don't have to do—"

Jack curtly interrupted her. "No," he said, "I want to." Bonnie wondered where Jack's persistence came from; he was never like this before. Jack was obliged to move one of the sacks of burgers closer towards Bonnie, and she expressed thanks through her charming smile.

Promptly, she took another burger from the bag and began guzzling it down in an instant, nearly shoving the burger down her maw. It was quite a spectacle seeing Bonnie eat. Being the glutton she was, the bacon burger's crumbs and leavings strewed her breasts. Bonnie noticed that Jack was ogling. "Jack…why are you staring so hard?"

"Uh…um…well, Bonnie's uh, you're naked." Ashamed, Bonnie cupped her hands over her breasts, feeling rather uncomfortable from Jack's staring. She was tentative to grab another burger, at unease from Jack's gape.

"I know that," Bonnie retorted with an ill at ease laugh, "Babe, when you're as big as me, it's a bit tricky finding clothes that fit. That's why I hired the seamstresses."  Tucked subversively in the cellar, were several seamstresses working hard to make Bonnie big and flashy enough apparels to strike her appeal. Bonnie, however, was sometimes reluctant to put on the clothes they made her because donning herself in attire was also a burden. She also liked the gentle breeze against her exposed body.

"I see…" Bonnie was aware of Jack's stare, she ignored his gawping at her breasts. Jack thought her breasts were seamless: flaccid, and small enough to frame on the crest of her fat, flabby stomach. So supple, thought Jack to himself. Nevertheless, he had to resist the temptation of Bonnie's sensuous anatomy.

"Uh, here," to lighten the unease, Jack grabbed a burger from the bag and kindly held it towards Bonnie. "You want another one?"

Insatiably, Bonnie took a great big bite from the burger. She smacked obnoxiously, swallowed, and then she belched, patting her tummy contented by her gassy emission. Jack solely stood there in shock, startled by voracious actions. "Someone has quite an appetite," Jack teased.

"A big has to eat, right?" Bonnie laughed, patting at her tummy. "I'm a growing girl." Flirtatiously, Bonnie flipped back her coils of hair, a long cascading waterfall of curls down to her waist; her warm blonde tresses looked beautifully flaxen-haired complementary with her bedroom's faded pastel colors.

"Right," Jack agreed, more enthusiastic than he intended. Playfully, he jiggled Bonnie's tummy, liking the sound of food sloshing around in her belly. Bonnie laughed at Jack's playfulness, blushing furiously as he kidded with her fat paunch. He wasn't normally this frisky, seeming quite lighthearted; it made Bonnie wonder why he was in such high spirits lately.  

"Wow," Jack flushed, "You feel nice, Bonnie; real soft." Never had Jack handled something so yielding, pliable. She's suppler than a throw cushion, thought Jack. He was tantalized by big Bonnie's succulent rolls of fat, even considering given her tummy a friendly canoodle; her layers of softness looked so kissable.

"You think so?"

Disappointed, Jack finally relinquished her belly for Bonnie to hold; big belly Bonnie was able to reach her navel only by a hair's breadth—barely. Bonnie pouted her lips, expectantly waiting for Jack's response. Those full, luscious lips of hers looked so kissable too…Jack had to resist temptation.

"I really do." Jack was lured in to give Bonnie a hug, but he wasn't brazen enough to do it. Being a Corbeau's deliverer, Jack shouldn't be philandering with Bonnie this way; he had more deliveries to make. Being with Bonnie was much more enjoyable than delivering sacks of burgers all day. He felt as if spending time with Bonnie was worth it.

"Thanks, Jack," Bonnie grinned, grasping onto another burger. "I am so, so hungry…Mmf…" Immediately, she shoved the burger into her mouth and insatiably chewed. Jack reddened at the sound of Bonnie's uncontrollable moans with each loud smack, relishing the sounds of her gluttony.

"You are such a piggy," Jack half-chuckled, handing her another burger. Knowing the fact that he was contributing to Bonnie's fatness was strangely satisfying. A few more pounds onto Bonnie's figure wouldn't hurt, right? 

Bonnie smiled, emitting a rather masculine burp, proud of her gassy feat. Maybe Bonnie was mistaken but…Jack was blushing at her. She never saw him this enigmatic before, or so willing to converse. It made Bonnie suspect if Jack may have liked her, maybe. She was too shy to ask. Still, she couldn't help but wonder. 

"Are you trying to fatten me?" Bonnie jested, giving Jack a playful pouty look. Luckily, she was being rhetorical. "I'm kidding, Jack. I'm fat enough already."

Jack begged to differ. "I don't know, Bonnie. I think you could use a few more pounds," he joked. While he was being flippant, Jack wouldn't mind the sight of Bonnie putting on more weight. It'd just give him all the more to love. And with Bonnie's constant eating, her putting on more weight was pretty much inevitable. 

Bonnie recoiled, surprised by Jack's response. Shoving another burger into her chops, she exclaimed between chomps and chews, "I am a fatty, Jack. And you know it!" She fizzled into a brief pause and hiccupped to catch her breath. 

She continued, "I'm practically immobile; I can't even walk. I can't even get up to get some food…" Another tear ran down Bonnie's cheek. 

Jack stood there in shock at Bonnie's moment of anguish. He wasn't exactly sure how to respond, so he tried to offer some comfort by wrapping his arm around what he could reach of Bonnie's waist. 

"Hey, what's wrong with a little of this?"—Jack chuckled, pinching onto Bonnie's belly, giving it a jiggle. Little, of course, was an obvious understatement.—"So what if you're bigger than most gals? I think you're a cutie, regardless."

Bonnie caught Jack off guard, smiling a sad smile in spite of her despondency. In between her snivels she asked, "Oh, so you think I'm cute?"

"Uh, um…" Jack was glowing, mortified by his own confession. His flushing face made it unquestionable how he felt about Bonnie. He liked her, and perhaps, more than he should have. Little did Jack know what he was getting himself into. 


_{END OF PART ONE}